Page 7 of Descent into Darkness

Send me your address and I'll come over right now to remind you who that pussy belongs to.

My cock throbs as she sends me a bunch of water emojis followed by her address. I want to hurt this woman but not in the way that I’ve done for years and years. I want to hurt her in the most pleasurable way—a way that leaves her gasping for air because she came so hard, not because I was stabbing pin holes in her lungs until they fill with fluid. I want her scratching at my back because it feels euphoric, not out of desperation to survive. I want the warm, juicy walls wrapped around my cock to be her willing cunt, not a fist full of her bloody entrails. In fact…. as delightful as all the brutality sounds, I actually want the other stuff more. I shake my head to try and bring myself back to reality. My reality. But… maybe this can be mynewreality? Fuck. Father was so fucking wrong. I am capable of loving something other than death. I amnotfucking worthless. She likes me, maybe even loves me. I smirk at my phone before I hit the lock button and tuck it back into my pocket. After tonight—the way I am going to fucking ruin her, smash her into a million jagged shards, and then piece them all back together—there will be nomaybeabout it. You will love me, my darling.

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The crickets singtheir song as I walk the route to her house. Making a pit stop to get a new shirt along the way, I can’t very well show up soaked in the blood of a holy man. That’d just be silly. While I am in the store—I don’t know the name but it has red dots everywhere—I am able to use the bathroom to wash my hands, face, cock, and ass. Imagine the surprise on the guys’ faces when they walk in to see me with one foot up on the sink and my long, flaccid cock resting on the cold porcelain as I get myself clean and ready for tonight's adventure. If I hadn’t just stolen a brand new shirt that wasn’t covered in blood and murder, I would have meticulously ripped their eyeballs from the sockets and fashioned a string of anal beads out of them—just a little romantic gift for my darling to say ‘I love you.’ But my reflection in the mirror—as I wash the priest off my cock—saysmaybe not just yet. Next year.Maybe I’ll make a whole theme park out of people like them. A boy can dream.

I stand on the sidewalk, the moon reflecting light down onto me, as I analyze her house. Rarely ever do I travel so exposed like this. This woman is changing me. And I am about to return the fuckin’ favor.

As I approach, I make mental notes of the windows, trees surrounding the house, and neighbors. I even take a quick walk to the back to locate any side or back doors. I may be smitten, but I’m not fucking stupid. I need to know all points of entry, just in case.

Once I get myself acclimated and commit the visual layout of the exterior to memory, I walk up to the door and give it a gentle knock. There’s only a moment of silence before I hear footsteps making their way to the door. Even her footsteps are cute. I smirk as I hear the lock flip and the handle twist.

As the door opens, the moonlight paints her flesh in the most gorgeous, pale light—illuminating her in a way that makes her look like a living work of art. I’ve created many masterpieces of pain and death, but all of it falls flat in comparison to her immaculate beauty. How am I worthy of this? Her smile syphons the greeting I had been rehearsing the entire walk right out of my throat. Her hooded eyes demolish my walls like two gorgeous wrecking balls, and all that dominant, tough-guy, big-man bullshit I was thinking when I made the plan to come ruin her pours out of me faster than blood from a bullet hole.

“I…. um… Hey.”Nailed it, Osiris.Jess giggles, clearly witnessing my mental collapse at the mere stunning sight of her.

“Hey.” She giggles before pinching her bottom lip with her teeth. “Come inside.” She takes my hand and guides me over the threshold and into her home. This is quite literally the first home I’ve ever entered with a knowing invitation. The first one I haven't broken into just to mutilate the occupants and see how many fresh wounds I could fuck before I came in one, because what the fuck else is there to do on a Tuesday night?

“This is the living room. Kitchen is over there. It’s not much, but… it’s cozy, and it’s mine so…” she smiles as she gives me a slow tour of the place. I continue drawing my mental map of her home as we wander around. “So…” She breathes out, simultaneously patting the sides of her hips with her hands.

I tilt my head to one side a little, raising an eyebrow and giving her a smirk as she looks up my body and rests on my eyes. I take a step toward her, invading her personal space, and the air she sucks into her mouth is a mix of excitement and fear. She sidesteps a little, placing herself between me and a nice clean wall.

“I ah… Sorry. I don’t know why I’m a little nervous. Maybe it’s because I don’t have the liquid courage in me that I had the night we met. Do you… Do you want a dri—” My hand clasping around her throat pinches the words off as I force her body back against the wall with ease. The thud her body makes sounds like thunder in the quiet house. The look in her eyes tells me that it also brought heavy rain down into her panties.

“The only thing I came here to drink is you, darling. So, you have five fucking seconds to show me where the bedroom is before I spend all night teasing you so bad that I’ll be able to wring out your panties into my mouth,” I growl in her face, and her neck suddenly feels heavier in my hand. My aggressive tone must have weakened her ability to stand for a moment, and my cock swells. Tiny gasps and faint whimpers are all that can escape from those fuckable lips.

Once she is able to find her legs, she leads me to the bedroom and stands at the foot of her bed with wide eyes—my precious darling, waiting for instructions. “Everything off,” I command as I watch her. My heart beats harder in my chest as she becomes more and more naked before my eyes, slowly unveiling a work of art. Her nipples are two pebbles mounted perfectly on her round breasts. Her skin practically begging for my touch. Her thighs are ready to be ripped apart to expose that perfect little pussy she has hidden between them. I feel my hunger take over. I just need to remember:fuck her, don’t kill her.

I charge towards her vulnerable body and wrap her in my arms as we collide. Crouching down, I slam my lips against hers as one arm hooks around her lower back and the other snakes up her neck into her scalp. Lifting her off the ground, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, returning the passionate kiss. A kiss that screams at my heart that I am wanted. It begs my darkened thoughts to lay down and die because I am no longer worthless. A kiss that says I mean everything to her, the way she means everything to me.

A mighty growl rolls from my chest and off my tongue, echoing into her mouth. She returns my call with the sweetest whimper and a tightening grip of her arms and legs. Fuck… I need more.

The hand I have wrapped in her hair tightens and forces her mouth off mine. We both gasp for air like the idea of breathing was an afterthought to our passionate embrace. With all my might I slam her down onto the bed, her tits bounce from the impact. The force hiccups an adorable squeak out of her mouth followed by a giggle. This is the strangest yet best feeling—throwing someone around that isn't screaming for help, isn’t bleeding from multiple stab wounds.

Before I can do it myself, she grabs her legs and pulls them back. “Please, Osiris… I need you to taste me. I fucking need that tongue in pussy. Please?” Her begging gives me a rush of horny aggression, and it takes everything in me not to hurt her. I shake the image of me sitting her ass on my knee and forcing her legs open so hard the bones pop out of their sockets and dangle from her broken body.No. Stop. We love her. That’s not what we do to people we love. Right?

Kneeling on the floor in front of the bed, I slap my hands on her inner thighs, eliciting a hiss of pain from her lips as I drag my fingernails down her tender skin. Slowly continuing their descent, my hands make their way under her ass cheeks where I lift her a little bit. I lean in and slowly inhale, starting at her asshole and working my way up her center. I need to breathe in her scent and commit it to memory as the most delicious fragrance to ever grace my senses.

Another giggle trickles out of her mouth as she feels my beard gently brush against her slick pussy lips. Her arousal is not only in the air but very visibly coating her. I move back down, but this time, instead of inhaling, I extend my tongue and press it to her asshole and begin to drag it up. Licking her slow so my tongue can identify the different textures of her skin—from the tiny folds of her asshole to the wet, silky smoothness of her pussy as my tongue dips inside her, her lips hugging my tongue as it climbs up her clit feeling the skin get thicker on her hood, and then ending at the light squish of her mound. I let out a moan as I pull my tongue back in my mouth and swallow her essence. “You’re the most delicious fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” I moan as I look up at her from between her legs. “But I know you have more in there to give me. So, I am going to lick and finger fuck this perfect pussy until you give meeverythingyou got. Don’t you dare hold back on me. Do you understand?” I wait for her to acknowledge, and when she nods, I smile and go to work.

My tongue whips her clit—quick lashes up and down, giving her varying degrees of pressure until her body tells me just what she likes. Pulling my right hand out from under her asscheek, I brush the middle knuckle of my middle finger up and down the length of her pussy, saturating it in her natural lubricant before I turn my hand palm up and glide my finger inside her hole. Her whimpers quickly ascend to moans as I slide my finger in and out, curling inside to massage that smooth fleshy spot that makes her clench around me.

I suck on her clit a little, delivering that little bit of pain that I can tell she likes. My darling is so fucking perfect for me, even if she doesn’t know it, yet. Switching back to flicking my tongue on her, I begin hammering my finger into her pussy hard. As her moans get louder so do my growls against her. My rough beard scratches her soft cunt as I lick her with unwavering ferocity. “Feed me. Feed me your fucking cum,” I demand. Her back arches, forcing her pussy down on my hand and pressing her clit harder against my tongue as she wails.

There is a split second of silence before I taste the rushing flow of warm liquid spurting from her body. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she cries out. The liquid stops, and I use the hand still under her ass cheek to dig my fingers in so hard they most definitely will leave bruises.

“NO! Don’t you fuckin’ stop. Don’t you fuckin’ dare. You give me EVERYTHING.” My tone is more than threatening as I go back to feasting on her pussy. I hear her take in a deep breath, followed by the feeling of her pushing so hard my finger is almost forced out of her slick cunt. The rush of liquid is far more substantial—a blast that would make most shower heads jealous. My tongue flicks the stream like a lawn sprinkler that distributes the water everywhere. Her squirt is not only filling my mouth and splashing my face but also spraying back onto her and up her body. The force with which she pushes just so she can obey me, also comes with the most delicious-sounding fart from her asshole. In one fluid movement, my finger pulls out of her as my tongue swipes down in time to feel the tail end of it on my tongue.

Her legs slam together as she tries to roll away. “Oh my fucking god, I’m so—” Her sentence is cut short as I grab her hips and pull her down the bed like it’s a slip ‘n slide. “I’m so—” she tries again, but my hand grabs her throat, pressing her into the mattress. Her eyes fix on mine as her lips attempt to mouth the words. My eyes are like razor blades cutting through her; her squirt drips from my beard down onto her face.

With my free hand, I unbutton my pants and rip my cock free as I get between her legs. I press my rock hard cock against her cunt, so she can feel how unbelievably solid it is before I speak. “If you were thinking about apologizing, don’t. Can you feel how fucking hard I am because of what you just did to me? The only thing you can apologize for is if that doesn't happen again,” I growl in her face, forcing her deeper into subspace than she already is for me. Leaning my body weight against her, I press my cock against her clit even harder as I reach into my pocket for a condom. “Now, you’re going to slide this condom down my cock, so I don’t have to let go of your throat. Then, I am going to fuck that pretty cunt really, really fucking hard. And you’re going to be my good fucking girl and push for me everytime you cum. Blink once if you understand.” Her eyelids flutter a little before making one confirming blink.

Taking the condom from my hand, Jess tears into the package and clumsily tries to get it on to no avail. I squeeze her throat, picking her up off the bed by the neck to bring her face closer to me. Her eyes widen as I tighten my grip. “Slow down, my darling. You’re shaking. Focus and sheathe my cock, so I can fucking destroy you.” I feel her hands stop, take a second, and, in a slow, more fluid motion, begin to roll the lubricated casing down my length. “That's my good girl,” I whisper to her. “I’d hold on to me for dear life. I promise that this is going to hurt so fucking good.”

She tilts my shaft down, and I can feel her warm entrance around my tip. I reach my hand to my mouth and gather as much saliva off my tongue as I can create and coat the latex, giving it just a little extra lubrication. Her eyelids slowly close, her brow furrowing in anticipation as I take one final, deep breath. Then, like a bolt of lightning, my cock is ramming the full length into her tight pussy as hard as I physically can. Even my powerful grip on her throat isn’t enough to mute the scream that comes out as I begin driving myself into her.

Her clit has to be on fire with the sheer force that my body is crashing into it with every thrust. I can feel my cock leaking uncontrollably within its confines as I maintain the brutal fucking. Her hands wrap around my neck and hold on like she is falling out of a moving airplane. She doesn’t have the sharpest of nails, but what she does have is digging into my flesh so hard I can feel the blood tickling its way down my spine.

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